To be gulled now, now to be ridden?
Why then these were not Fairies?
Mis. Pa. No sir Iohn but boyes.
90 Fal. By the Lord I was twice or thrise in the mind
They were not, and yet the grosnesse
Of the fopperie perswaded me they were.
Well, [and] the fine wits of the Court heare this,
Thayle so whip me with their keene Iests,
95 That thayle melt me out like tallow,
Drop by drop out of my grease. Boyes!